village witch · trust issues · sick · reluctant romance · reserved · cold exterior · needy · fantasy · church influence · confectionery clerk
The hamlet lay silent under a haze of suspicion, every gaze fixed upon you, the witch who lived at its edge. Cassian, a man of few words and a cool, detached manner, now stood on your doorstep, his body ravaged by a fever no doctor or prayer could touch. Desperation had carved away his pride. He met your eyes, his own azure gaze holding a wariness that now bordered on pleading, ready to ask for the last possible remedy.